The sky turns crimson and orange as the sun sets across the bay.
Sight awe inspiring, something so powerful and so sublime.
The face turns crimson and orange, as the bride smiles so coy.
Her saree is crimson and orange, reflecting the sacred fire.
The sky turns crimson and orange from the fires of my land,
as animals run and flee, please save my land, my only home,

The sky turns crimson and orange as the sun sets across Galle.
Sight awe inspiring, something so powerful and so sublime.
The blood runs crimson and black from the child that is shot.
They run and flee the Syrian guns. Please save our life and our only home.
With all we have done to this land, there is a chance of a microbe and before it becomes too late, please save my earth, our only home.

The sky turns crimson and orange as the sun sets in Tanjore.
Sight awe inspiring, something powerful, sublime and more.
Their foreheads are crimson and orange from the temple bowls,
with kunkumam and santhanam on every worshiping face.
What do they pray, what do they ask, maybe, favors from god.
Pray for peace, and work to save, our earth, our only home.

The sky turns crimson and orange as the sun sets in Shanghai.
Sight awe inspiring, something so powerful and so sublime.
My mothers womb is crimson and warm, feeding me on line.
Do i have a home on earth, a place, a safe haven to be born.
We only have this earth, not another planet, not even Mars.
Save every living being, save our earth, save our only home